"Betrayal, this is damned, shameful betrayal!"
As soon as Sullivan entered, he saw John gesticulating wildly, with the hotline phone clearly having been displaced.
According to the schedule, he had just been on the phone with Blasiye from the UK, and it was apparent that the conversation had not been pleasant.
Two days ago, when John learned that London had submitted their bid first, he wasn't so angry, thinking that for such a big deal, negotiating for a month or two was incredibly quick, and reaching an agreement within half a year was within the realm of normalcy; he didn't think too much of it.
But when Blasiye announced in the House of Commons that the deal had been struck, John almost thought it was fake news.
The nuclear deal, just like that, was easily concluded?
